Chapter Five
NATHAN
“You know, I might have to start ditching you after practice, it takes me forty-five fucking minutes just to walk 600 feet.” My best friend and running back for the team, Luke Collins, slapped his large hand on my shoulder and shook his head in disapproval, sending his blonde hair bouncing back and forth on his head.
“Oh, who are you kidding?” I shook him off and shot a wave at the group of Freshman girls who were circling around us, dying for a chance to pounce. “You love this shit more than I do.”
Luke was one of the few people on the team I actually considered a friend for life. We had met on our first day of freshman orientation and clicked right away. Unlike the rest of the assholes around here, Luke never asked me for anything. Never wanted a favor. Never needed money. And the shit I told him never ended up on the front page of a trashy tabloid.
He snickered and followed my eyes. “Sometimes.” Then he paused and looked over my shoulder to where I had just come from driving Hannah crazy. “She doesn’t seem like your usual type.”
Hannah’s big brown eyes and thick thighs flashed through my mind. “It’s not like that, I like getting a reaction out of her. She’s… different.” I wish I had a better way to describe the intense feelings that ran through my body the few times I had been around her but they were a foreign concept, even to me. How the fuck could I explain it to Luke when I couldn’t even understand it myself?
“Yeah, she looks different, and the girls around here will eat her for lunch if you let your attention linger on her too long.” Luke laughed softly, his eyebrows raised. “Anyway, looks like you got yourself some completion.”
I turned around, my eyes falling on the spot I had left Hannah moments earlier and immediately felt tension shoot up and down my body. Jeff Jonas, Freshman recruit, and my back up was standing in front of her, his head bowed low, searching her eyes as he said something to her in a tone I couldn’t read thanks to the distance between us. I was moving back toward her before I had a chance to think about it.
“Nate,” Luke warned from behind me.
“I’m fine,” I snapped.
But I felt far from it. Jeff had been one of the pricks giving Hannah shit last night when she came up to us at the party. So, what the fuck was he doing talking to her now? The guy rubbed me the wrong way and the last thing I wanted was for him to start some mind game with a girl like Hannah.
She was too innocent.
My cock twitched at the thought and I forced myself under control.
“What’s good, Jonas?” The freshman’s head jolted forward and he took a step away from Hannah. He looked like he had just been caught committing a crime. Yeah, that’s right, motherfucker; you better back the fuck up.
“Nothing, bro, I was just heading toward the gym.” His tone sounded unsure.
“Then I guess you should get going, huh?”
He looked down at Hannah but she was too busy glaring at me.
“Are you trying to clear your answer with her?” I seethed at him sarcastically, clenching my fists at my sides in an effort to not fly completely off the handle. What the fuck did he think he could do? Treat her like shit last night and then come over here and try to get her into his bed? The thought of him touching her made me want to punch the light out of his eyes.
His eyes turned hard for half a second but then he was backing away from us, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Nope. I’ll see you in practice.” He shot one last look at Hannah and then he was gone.
“What the fuck were you doing talking to him?” I growled down at her.
“What is your problem?” She hissed, ignoring my question.
“What the fuck did he want?” I tried again, saying the words slower this time.
Confusion clouded her dark brown eyes and she bit down on her lip, shrugging. “He just wanted to apologize to me for what happened last night.” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip. “About what he said.”
I laughed. “What a douchebag.”
Her eyes narrowed in anger. “I don’t think so! He was being nice!”
I felt my heart pick up pace in my chest. Nice? Was she joking? “That’s the problem with girls like you, you think every guy who goes out of his way to talk to you is “nice” when the reality of the situation is that he just wants to see how fast he can get you naked.”
She blushed. “Girls like me? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Naïve,” I scoffed. “Innocent. Virgin.”
“I’m not!” She choked out, barely able to control how red her cheeks grew.
“You’re a bad liar.” My tone was clipped, I was still pissed the fuck off. I moved closer to her and put my arm on her shoulder, digging my eyes into hers. “Stay away from him, Hannah, do you understand me?”
Her mouth fell open and she pushed away from me. “Who do you think you are? I have news for you, just because the whole world bows down to you because you can throw a damn football doesn’t mean I have to!"
Normally, I would find her outburst amusing but not now, not when I was already on edge enough to throw my fist through a few dozen walls. My father had gotten me riled up enough; I didn’t need to deal with her stubbornness on top of it, too.
I closed my eyes and forced myself to breath before I leaned down and brushed my lips against the side of her ear gently. “Stay away from him, Hannah, I don’t share,” I roared into her ear with a husky whisper. I backed away from her and shot her a wink. “I’m only going to tell you once.” And then I turned my back on her, leaving her more confused than ever.
But I didn’t give a fuck. Shit, it was even confusing to me. I just knew I didn’t want Jeff Jonas anywhere near her. He would eat a girl like her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner before leaving her in a broken mess all over the fucking floor.
Hannah had a lot to learn about men, clearly.
I was still reeling from the whole scene when I arrived back at the Football house a half hour later. I couldn’t explain why the whole scene had rubbed me the wrong way, the only thing I could figure was that my son of a bitch father had gotten me all riled up and then sent me off to take it out on Hannah.
“Nate,” Luke said from next to me, concern lacing his features.
“Don’t,” I said without looking at him. “Just leave it.”
And that was the cool thing about Luke, unlike the rest of the people who considered themselves close to me, he actually fucking listened. I took the steps upstairs two at a time and slammed the door to my bedroom closed behind me. I should have felt like a scumbag for taking out my daddy issues on Hannah and then Luke but I didn’t, I didn’t feel anything besides fury.
And if I was being honest I couldn’t remember the last time I hadn’t. Football seemed to be the only time I was free these days. Besides the random moments of relief I got when I was cumming all over some random chick. But even that was growing old. I was starting to feel like all pussy was the same; the top level of excitement and anticipation had been reached a long time ago. Don’t get me wrong, I loved women, and I loved sex. Hell, I loved it a lot. But nothing thrilled me anymore, nothing gave me the kind of high I had been chasing my entire life.
I stomped over to the other side of the room and yanked my dresser open, starting to dig through my clothes. I just needed to take a shower and regroup, that was all. I was always wound a little tight after a visit from my father. He brought up a time in my life I wished I could forget. A night that had been haunting me for half of my life. Sometimes I didn’t know how I lived with myself, how I played the part of the state hero when all I really had to offer was a fucking joke.
My fingers caught a hold of something soft and I looked down to find my fingers grasping onto Hannah’s panties from the other night so tight that my knuckles ached. I had almost forgotten about them. Normally, I wanted no memory of the nights I spent with woman. Hell, I wanted them gone just as fast as they came. Literally.
But something had made me want Hannah’s the other night. She wasn’t easy like the rest of the girls around here I had been with. She hadn’t thrown herself at me, she had looked fucking terrified at the realization of what her body was feeling for me. I pictured the wide-eyed look on her face that night and glanced down at the panties again, turning them over in my hands.
There was something about her I wanted…
A victory.
My cock twitched and instantly started to swell.
Fuck.
I slammed the drawer shut and fell back onto my bed, yanking my pants down before I grabbed the lube out of my nightstand and lathered myself up. My hand found my cock right away, wasting no time getting down to business.
But I wasn’t picturing any of the girls I had fucked long and hard in my past. No, this run was reserved exclusively for the pale girl with the big eyes and creamy thighs. Surprisingly, it wasn’t the done up version of Hannah from the other night I was getting off to, either. It was the makeup-free, flat-haired, sweatpants version from earlier today that kept popping into my mind.
I kept picturing the look on her face when her eyes went wide as I stroked myself harder and harder. The way she bit down on her bottom lip when I got too close to her. Ugh, the way her hands started to tremble when it was obvious I made her nervous.
She was so pure. She was so innocent.
Hannah didn’t carry herself like she had ever been with a man before but if she had it instantly made me want to kill him. I inhaled swiftly as I got closer and closer to the edge, her panties still clung tightly to my nonjerking hand and I grunted heavily before finally letting my load loose all over the place.
I moaned and then collapsed back onto my pillow.
Well; that sure got rid of some tension.
But it was only a few minutes before the same feeling of emptiness crept back into my bones. Because the truth was still there like a pile of bricks in my stomach that could never be digested. It didn’t really matter how much temporary relief Hannah or her panties were able to give me because if she ever found out the truth she would hate me just as much as the rest of the world would.
Almost as much as I hated myself.